After a short time, Lin Hui heard the sounds from the fog ahead gradually quiet down. The roars of the Barbarians had vanished.
He let out a soft breath.
'They've got some skill... taking out three mutated Four-armed Barbarians so easily.'
He hopped lightly from the tree branch and turned to walk away.
'Since they can handle so much...'
'...they can handle a few more rounds.'
SWISH. His figure vanished silently into the fog.
Even for him, without using his Special Effects, it would take a while to kill a mutated Four-armed Barbarian in a one-on-one fight. For those two to have dispatched three so easily, they were truly formidable opponents.
And his only advantage was his speed.
So.
CLANG!
Wan'Er, wielding two blades, instantly slid past the Four-armed Barbarian's waist, opening a massive gash.
Blood splattered. The wound seemed to burst open like a blossoming flower, a clear sign it had been invaded by some kind of special force.
THUD.
